I hope that you've realised that by now I am not trying to sell you anything apart from a philosophy of honesty and cheekiness. I know I'm pushing the boundaries for a Middle Aged Man. There I've said it. "I am Middle Aged". I am age obsessed because I am coming to terms with my lost youth, a youth that was stolen by Bipolar Disorder. I am now preparing my mind for DEATH because it could be around the next corner and I want to be ready for the Fucker. For all my best intentions, spirituality interests, meditation friendly, New Age leaning I am a pretty Neanderthal, unreconstructed male. Overthinking and essentially useless but I would be rather chuffed if my words and phraseology were acknowledged in some respect. Don't you think the obituary pages in the Western Mail are horrendous? Hatch, Match and Despatch!
Your surname, your age and where you passed away. Where you Died! Death like Mental Illness are perhaps not the font of most blog posts but both are organic. One where the body shuts down and the other where the brain has decided not to function to the norms of polite society. Let's talk taboo! What is going on in people's minds as they move towards Death. The Race to the Grave. Bring it on.com! Is it weariness? Should we not all be preparing for not being here and for nothingness. Is it not irresponsible not to!
"Oooh you morbid bastard!" Well it's a Sunday. The Day of Death: 'Dia De los Muertos'. I really think that we would be a lot better off if we as a society faced death head on together. Have a Day of the Dead like the Mexicans! Go into the Graveyards and celebrate our ancestors. Lie and Sleep on the Gravestones. Let's get used to the smell of cremation. Then perhaps,just perhaps we won't be so afraid of LIFE.
Diwrnod y Meirw
Welsh Stylee Aiee!
Welsh Stylee Aiee!
I've taken it off now because I didn't make the shortlist! Surprise Surprise Cilla! Maukie the Virtual Cat is bereft!
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